“Speechless, huh?” He runs a thumb over the head, smearing the bead of liquid that’s gathered there. “I get that a lot. Some girls even squeal a little. And that guy in the bathroom…” He chuckles. “He basically started drooling.”
“You’re really loving this, aren’t you? Showing it off.”
“Just letting you see why I can’t be your training wheels, bro. And yeah, it’s pretty fun watching your face right now.”
He’s holding it, pointing it toward me like a weapon.
My brain is doing backflips. One part of me is screaming that this is insane, that I need to grab my controller and pretend none of this ever happened. That’s Troy. My bud. My roommate. The guy who leaves wet towels on the floor and thinks pizza three times a week counts as a balanced diet. But a bigger, louder part is telling me to go for it. We’re already in weird territory. What’s a little more weirdness?
I’m not gay. But looking at Troy’s cock right now, I can understand why some guys are. And I can definitely understand why that guy got on his knees in a dirty bathroom for him.
The words tumble out of my mouth before I can stop them.
“Fuck it. I’m not backing down from a challenge, Troy.” I push myself off the couch and onto the floor, kneeling on the rug between his legs. “Let’s see what all the fuss is about.”
3
Troy’s eyes go wide for a second, the smug grin faltering. I think he’s just as surprised as I am that I’m actually calling his bluff. He expected me to back down. To look at his big dick and let that be the end of it.
“Whoa, Connor, hang on. Didn’t we agree this is weird?”
“That was before you pulled out the heavy artillery. You can’t just whip this thing out and not expect a reaction. You basically dared me.”
“Okay, yeah, but I didn’t think you’d actually…”
He trails off as I scoot closer, hands on my thighs. His dick is right there, inches from my face. I can smell the clean, musky scent of him. Heat radiates off it. It’s so much more detailed up close. Every vein visible, the texture of the skin, the way the foreskin pulls back at the head. A bead of clear fluid wells at the tip.
“What, you just wanted to show off? That’s it?” I look up at him. “All that talk about how messing around with dudes just makes sense. No bullshit, no expectations. Helping each other out. Or were you full of shit?”
He’s looming over me, his broad chest rising and falling faster now. His Adam’s apple bobs as he swallows. Those green eyes I know all too well are boring into mine, trying to figure out where this is coming from. I don’t know either. But I’m here now, on my knees in front of him. There’s no way back. Only forward.
“Shit, Connor, this is a bad idea.” But his cock twitches as he says it, bobbing toward me. “You’re not thinking straight.”
“No, I’m definitely not thinking straight right now. There’s nothing straight about any of this. It’s the gayest thing I’ve ever done. But fuck, man, you made me curious.”
I reach out slowly, giving him every chance to stop me. To push my hand away. To pull up his sweatpants. To laugh it all off. But he doesn’t. He just watches as my fingers get closer and closer.
And finally, I touch it. Just with one finger, tracing one of the prominent veins running along the shaft. It’s warmer than I imagined. Velvety smooth over the hardness underneath. I can feel it pulsing beneath the skin. Troy’s whole body tenses when I curl my fingers around it, my thumb not quite reaching all the way around.
“Jesus,” he breathes.
“You’re getting harder.”
“Yeah. No shit.”
I give it a tentative squeeze, sliding my hand up and down the shaft, feeling the skin move with my grip. Troy makes a low sound in the back of his throat. His knuckles are white where he’s gripping the couch cushion.
It feels strange to touch a cock that isn’t my own. Familiar and foreign at the same time. The weight of it. The thickness. The way it responds to my touch. I know exactly what this feels like from the other side, but holding it without feeling it myself is a whole new experience. I have to find my way by watchingTroy’s reactions, listening to the little sounds he’s trying to hold back.
I work my way down to the base, then back up to the head, my thumb tracing the ridge of the crown. I swipe at the bead of liquid welling at the tip, smearing it across the sensitive skin. His hips jerk forward, pushing into my fist.
“Fuck, Con…”
I look up at him. His head is tilted back, exposing the line of his throat. His eyes are closed. His lips are parted. He looks vulnerable in a way I’ve never seen before. The cocky, confident roommate who always has a witty comeback is gone, replaced by a guy who just wants his dick sucked.
And that’s what I’m about to do. I can hardly believe it myself, even as I lean in closer, my breath ghosting over the slick head of his cock. But the need to stuff it in my mouth is surprisingly strong. I realize I’m actually salivating.
I scoot even closer until my knees are pressed against the base of the couch. Troy’s legs are splayed, giving me all the room I need. I take one last look at him, at the flushed skin of his chest, at the rigid way he’s holding himself, before I lower my head and close my lips around the tip.
